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( ★ ) a soft yawn stretches the jaws of the ginger tabby as he pads alongside his clan, filing into the clearing. he hasn't found himself at a gathering in some time, not that he particularly minds, but it's a welcome change of scene after the past few moons. he can't say he's well versed in...

( ★ ) these drowsy new-leaf conversations remind coyotecreek why he moved to the river in the first place. the small group of cats lounge in a sun-warmed patch of sand, reeds and moss beneath their limbs to keep the silty ground out of their fur. the ginger tomcat finds his dual-hued eyes...

( ★ ) the blue tom's face falls in horror at coyotecreek's words and the ginger cat feels his skin burn, heart hammering in self-annoyance and anxiety. pikesplash stutters out an apology as coyote removes the tail from his mouth, spitting slightly as hair sticks to his tongue. he has made a fool...

( ★ ) two moons is a long time to go about avoiding someone, yet somehow, coyotecreek has managed to do so with little trouble. perhaps it's because lichentail caused this problem in the first place that she hasn't sent him on any patrols with snakeblink or pikesplash, or it could just be fate...

( ★ ) coyotecreek crouches over the ice, paws damp and slightly stained with fish blood. beside him, a small pile of prey sits, a few small fish that have taken more time than he'd like to admit to catch. he'd sent otterpaw off to search for moonpaw, vaguely thinking the boy needed a bit of a...

( ★ ) there's friendly amusement in the odd eyes of the ginger tom as he crouches beside mudpelt. he can see the water vole from here, can almost smell the warm blood flowing through its veins. he watches carefully as the brown tomcat crouches, looking as uncomfortable as he's ever seen him...

( ★ ) it has been a few moons since the members of the ripple colony intigrated into riverclan, and while there has been some upheaval in their society, the newcomers seem to have finally settled in. some have odd accents, and many of them have strange ways of life, but coyotecreek has never...

( ★ ) otterpaw has been slowly improving at his hunting, but it's gotten to a point where coyotecreek is worried he might be at the highest level he can reach. the boy is talented in other fields- his battle skills rival coyote's own, but fishing has not proved a source of strength. in the...

( ★ ) it is odd, sharing a nest with someone. coyotecreek hasn't had the experience since his kits became apprentices (since wolf's howl passed). there's something calming about the warm, sleepy scent that wraps the both of them as pikesplash burrows further into ginger and white fur. the purr...

( ★ ) "heard m'name!" the drawling accent comes from across camp where the tomcat has just placed down his catch of the day. odd eyes sparkle in the watery leaf-bare sunlight as he ambles over, offering a kind smile as he notes pikesplash and ferngill a few tail lengths from haze, lichen, and...

( ★ ) coyotecreek is rarely seen in the warriors' den, and an even more unlikely sight is him actually sleeping in his nest. too often since the rogue attack he has paced on guard duty, but his lack of sleep has caught up to him. tonight, snakeblink has dragged him to a nest, sat him firmly down...

( ★ ) the frozen times have begun their steady descent onto the earth- each day one wakes they are met with colder air, until, all at once, one finds themself in the center of a personal wintery wonderland. the first snow has fallen across riverclan territory, blanketing dens in light puffs of...

( ★ ) coyotecreek finds himself sighing quietly as his apprentice dashes ahead. "otter-" he begins, moving to follow the unruly boy, when the scent of kittypet hits his nose. he groans internally, ready to halt an altercation between the apprentice and whichever softhearted kitty has wandered...

( ★ ) “tell smokethroat what?” comes the curious drawl of the patched warrior as he arrives on the scene. his pelt is slightly damp from his hunt, a small trout set cleanly at his paws. odd eyes scan the four young faces, suspicion in his gaze until he scents something else. clear, clean skyclan...

( ★ ) he finds himself awake in the depths of the darkness, like he often is. it is too often, in fact, that he becomes nocturnally motivated. his motions during the days are stilted, languid vocals and tired eyes make for an ineffective warrior, but at night he feels opposite. a short sleep in...